A Healing Weapon

Take your time, captain, for living

Don’t be in such a rush for heaven

Sip it slow, this time we’re given

Patience heightens each sensation

Waves of joy from osculation

Your body as a healing weapon

And mine a pool for you to step in

Hearts reverb with each vibration

Rythms conjuring elation

Your sun caressing my horizon

A smile bright to lay my eyes on

Take your time, captain, for loving 

Don’t be in such a rush for heaven

Sip it slow, this time we’re given 
~j.d.schofield 

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